a quiet, ind multi muse by chloe, she/her, xxx adult aged. mutually exclusive ꒰ 21+ , personal accounts no-no ꒱ . compiled oct 2025 . strung to personal interpretation, REIMAGINATION, ﹠. canon divergencies . feat. material based in horror, fantasy, science fiction : DARK CONTENT PRESENT ⺀ 𖦹 built on themes of the "heads roll for 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎" types, the defective CHOSEN ONE types, and the types that know that no good deed ever goes unpunished .
lea florence monad › the legendary stalker, ⁽ lies of p ⁾
giuseppe geppetto › the inventor, ⁽ lies of p ⁾
carlo geppetto › the real boy, ⁽ lies of p ⁾
escoffier › the patisserie supreme, ⁽ genpact ⁾
ifa › the vet, ⁽ genpact ⁾
rerir › the sinner, ⁽ genpact ⁾
dahlia › the herald, ⁽ genpact ⁾
raven › the fallen angel, ⁽ stellar blade ⁾
mamoru chiba › the prince, ⁽ sailor moon ⁾
danny johnson, jed olsen › the ghost face, ⁽ dbd ⁾
steve harrington › the babysitter, ⁽ stranger things ⁾
rose marigold › the #1 fan, ⁽ alan wake ⁾
mira › the hunter, ⁽ kpdh ⁾
ㅤ ㅤ GENERAL GUIDELINES . ㅤ — basic rp courtesy &. etiquette apply, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 . this hobby takes too much energy to let negative feelings ruin it, so i choose fun and happiness .
ㅤ ㅤ blog content likely to involve : puppetry, clown / circus imagery, glorification of murder, harm against children, depictions of trauma + depression, death, gore ﹠. body horror, imagery of the paranormal, and monsters ( literal and metaphorical haha ) .
ㅤ ㅤ some characters here are outright villains with antagonistic traits &. unfavorable flaws that are crucial aspects to their portrayal, i'm not especially likely to soften or sanitize anything for a more black and white sympathetic or digestible interpretation unless done so for pre - plotted dynamic reasons . i'm sorry if you're not inclined to enjoy bad folk in fiction, but i do. as a general blanket rule, consider me completely unaffiliated with all rp fandoms . i'm here to chill, not engage in cliques .
ㅤ ㅤ i'm open to establishing mains / exclusives / affiliates statuses with friends . i do generally avoid "collecting" too many portrayals of any one character , though that's flexible ﹠. situational with the multi muse thing .
no judgement if you're more interested in some particular muses over others, that's what they're there for, y'know ? any interest at all in this struggling rp economy is flattering imo <3 some plotting would probably go a long way if it's a romantic ship or a deeper dynamic you're after, but i'm also cool with running pre-established relationships ﹠. assumed connections if you're as socially exhausted and bad at plotting as i am ! consider all muses open for shipping, so take your pick, really.
feel free to mssg, send prompts any time, or continue answered asks.
lop enjoyers really mostly only divvy up their focus regarding the main running story between p as the protagonist, and geppetto as the big bad central villain ,, but there's such an understated tragedy that carlo's fate in the end is split. between either being blasphemously resurrected in happy obedience like a puppet of flesh and blood , or incensed into accidentally killing his own father, as a corpse without a name . it's only one or the other ... who can i talk to about this
water my space with worldly wise words about the death of compassion and consideration in places that couldn't avoid becoming "me first and you never" while i uhhhhh do art and such idk , earnest heartful cringe is life's last great virtue 🤌
man if i had a nickle for every time a muse on my roster was already a terrible person in their backstory before a tragic incident involving the regretful loss of a precious loved one spurred their development into the person that they are in the present timeline, wherein they've been entirely consumed by the ambition to reject natural order and bring their loved one back, and in doing so set off a disastrous series of events that shaped the entire structure of the world as it is when we, the player, first enter it .. then i'd have two nickles, which isn't enough to buy gum but it probably says something about my type
vincent vox tv head box is just danny dbd ghostface in a redder font . i have to obsess about both of them,, also consider the oc-ification of rerir .. he's so dark romance horror monster coded .. big ideas and maybe if i drink a lot of big coffee i too could have the big energy ...
idk much about their lore or their dynamic (other than i’m in love w both of them) but their ship name is “gravesin” and that’s too good not to do something about
distinction between the plain and insignificant rerir pre - abyssal corruption vs. the rerir who's all violent action, a sewn up shell bursting at the seams with painful vendetta and all the blood his heart can't hold in anymore. back then, a tender touch could disassemble him, his large harsh hands all painted in gore were suddenly just clumsy tentative things when a far more delicate body settled over his, fitted neatly on his lap, her soft satin dress folding over his plain gray slacks. there's an overwhelmed hitch of feeling in the desperate little grasps of his hands - never felt anything comparable to this before, had he ? nothing so gentle, so lovely, so bright and warm, and still he's only a pathetic trembling thing. of course, time and the terrible knot of voices painting his mind with vitriol and ichor would wreak the same on his body, calcified stress, stiffening his shoulders. of course, she let them both pretend it was simple work stress ( wasn't it ? ) and their nightclothes stayed unopened for a while, just as that ring stayed shut in its box.
there's no such fluttering gentle feeling about him now. whatever parts of him had been stripped and crystallized, shattered into pieces into the reflection of the moon, such unneeded virtues as bashfulness and the amorous fluttering shades of his heart's bloody pulpy color had only been crushed into dust, shed like outgrown skin. his hands, still stained, large, and harsh, grip tighter than before - no such concern spared for old breathy gazing or laughing coiling around the shy reality of togetherness. he wants and wants and wants, and this too becomes a piece of a whole. hands grasp, nails bite into skin, and all is his.
The wolf was definitely one to grab honestly if one wanted to. There was absolutely no warning for Wriothesley to even make a guess to that happening. When he's grabbed he seems to only squeak instead of any sort of yelling. ❝ ?! Hello?! ❞ What kind of reaction was that Wriothesley...?
Hell he didn't even freak out as one would finding out WHO did, in fact he's just letting out a huff.
an eye like a diamond lazily roamed , flickering aside by the ruffled hang of colorless hair curling along covered cheekbones. his grip readjusts, a tightening of fingers sharp, unforgiving, squeezing 'round the warden's waist before he'd dropped him back onto the heavy soles of his boots, further aside, easy and careless. " you make a habit of standing in my way, " was rerir's only remark, words gravel rough ﹠. simple ; an idle complaint .